“Your the Om girl,” the kind restaurant cashier said to me as I paid my bill. Thank goodness, he opened the conversational door for me to receive some sort of confirmation as to what I had experienced out in the garden. “I am?” I asked. He replied, “Yes, that is how the wait staff described you. It’s very good. You do know what Om means, don’t you?” “Yes I do, and I am relieved. I was not sure if ‘it’ was me or not.”
He knew what ‘it” I was referring to as our eyes met and our souls did most the silent talking. “Yes, it’s a different energy out there today. Our musician experienced the same thing, and he is here everyday. It’s a holiday weekend, a lot of out of towners bringing in different energy. It is not usually what you would experience here.”
“Ahhh, well tell your musician I enjoyed him very much. He blessed me. I placed a tip in his jar.” I thanked him and went on my way.
What just happened?
I am here in Sedona, my favorite place on earth staying in my friend’s quaint, magnificent little cabin on Oak Creek. Every time I come, magical things happen, or I receive clarity over something important grappling in my mind. This weekend had not disappointed, and with my usually attitude, I anticipated more wonderful happenings to unfold.
I had visited a random hair salon the day before, getting a shampoo and blowout, one of my cherished treats in life. The stylist recommended a particular restaurant after hearing my affinity for spiritual, organic, happy things. I knew when I pulled up to the parking space, my stylist completely understood me, I visit these places because I enjoy food that is organically, freshly prepared; where heart, gratitude, and respect for our land is in every bite. I assume the owner, cook, and wait staff are working in this environment because they enjoy this earthy camaraderie too. I suppose one could compare it to the reason people attend church, a senseof community among kindreds.With a huge smile in my heart and skip in my step, I sauntered inside. Greeted with a warm smile, she asked, “Will you be dining with us?” This restaurant has a unique bakery as well, using the purest of ingredients, most known for their treatment of raw cacao. “Yes please.” “Would you like to sit in the garden out back,” she nodded as if knowing my response. With shear delight I answered, “oh yes please.”
I did not think I would walk in to a bunch of strangers joined in hand singing “Kum by Yah,” but I was expecting that kindred type of energy. Their was a mish mash of tables scattered under a canopy of trees, hammocks tied to a few trunks, and a lone guitarist playing a gentle tune. This is exactly what I love and what I will drive miles to find and return to again and again. But something was off amidst the beautiful environment, was it me? Even though the host greeted me warmly, the rest of the staff seemed less congenial too.
I intentionally sent myself some love and agreed it was not me. I was good. I was brilliant in fact. Zeroing in on the melody, sunshine peering through the leaves, and the delicious ginger lemonade tantalizing my mouth, I stayed in my own bliss.
Soon, I was politely asked to move to the center of the restaurant at a huge table surrounding a giant oak tree. I placed myself next to another person on the bench, for the sun was a little too bright in every other seat. Since I was in Sedona, at this wonderful restaurant, surely I would be welcomed.
“Hello,” I softly squeaked out, sensing immediately his disdain for my presence. Wow, this person does not want me here. He had an invisible concrete wall up around his personal space. Don Miguel’s admonishment came to my rescue, “Don’t take anything personally,” is one of his 4 agreements for life I have practiced for quite some time now. It had pretty much taken residence in my heart, but I’m not perfect, my servitude to it can be shaken. This is why I was inexplicably relieved when I checked out with the cashier. I won. “It” not only definitely was not me, but I also did not let the negativity I felt around me, affect me. In fact, it sounds like I may have become a welcome reprieve for the wait staff.
Cool Beans! I love how this story turned out, don’t you?! I have been personally contemplating how to “be” when my joy could be thwarted by the not so joyful. I did not want my feelings and actions to be dictated by those around me. Some people put up a wall when faced with unwanted energy. I accept their decision to take the wall route. I have an option I prefer. Stay in my greatness, stay grounded in Spirit. This is a safe place and allows me to be a positive refuge. The wall feels yucky all around for everyone . Say no to walls, say yes to self-love and gratitude, love always wins.
You can be an “Om” girl or boy too!
Release to Unleash!
Do you put up walls?
Are you willing to try and stay in your greatness instead, affecting positive change?